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She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.” Now a steamboat was on hand. At odd times for weeks, Billy, Harold, and one or two other boys, under secrecy of lock and key, had been slowly bringing to completion a wonderful structure. Mrs. Bennett smiled. She thought they could have had no trouble in locating Billy..

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“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.” Gee! It was a scaly trick for a little girl, he thought; and felt sick. Would the plank bend too much? Slip? She was such a little thing—if only she could be a truly fairy for a minute! “Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.” “What yer whistlin’ so mournful like?” queried his mother, “makes me think of funerals an’ sich like; jist come in an’ help yer par with the stove-pipes, mebbe that’ll cheer you up.”.